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my body on the sand The Doctor found a black grain of sand clutched in my hand He said, “cngel, hon, he's gone. He was a sweet and decent man.”
He was
be fuckin' when you way past sixty?
(wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy)
Could I hide in your house if the cops is tryin' to get me?
(wiggy,
be fuckin' when you way past sixty?
(wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy)
Could I hide in your house if the cops is tryin' to get me?
(wiggy,
in paradise together
I'll come over to your palace, and we party over there
Because what else could paradise be
But the best of whatever it is people
be great
Really no dey biz cos I came a long way
Imma take your space if you leave it unattended
You should know by now
Issa freaking rat race
You
bad
And the only way to get there fast
I'm going home in my mind
Cruising by them Carolina pines
Taking it slow, doing 35 down Timber drive
I can
not just as
A product of the hood
Cos Miles Davis was rich and still
Played with the same feeling
It’s that cultural memory go and ask Steven
Ella
Disrespect, I shoot ya
By the way, them bricks, get flipped weekly
Sold by soldiers that mix weed with the leak leak
Die for a dollar nigga, life ain't sweet
Disrespect, I shoot ya
By the way, them bricks, get flipped weekly
Sold by soldiers that mix weed with the leak leak
Die for a dollar nigga, life ain't sweet
Trying to hold it steady
Anything in my way is dead
'Cause that's the way I feel, I am already
When I'm drunk by myself alone in the zone
Drunk by
fucking in the back of my concert
Offended by the lack of a roster
I can easily handle a monster
Off a redline and a handle of monster
We ain't the same boy
went and broke your teacher's rule
Well, I walked by your classroom
I had to take a look
I stopped a while and watched what you
Had written in your book
meditate radiate priority
Never stand by I stand with the minority
All seeing eye I I peep the sly sorcery
Diamond in the sky I keep my mind orbiting
It’s
boots, singing
Erykah Badu to herself
Leaning her head against the window
And thank you to the way my father one time came back in a dream
By
enemies of their own families
What's going on?
Armageddon come you know we soon done
Gun by my side just in case I gotta rump
A boy on the side
the
Cellars and the shavers
To a high rise balcony way in the air
Stand on my own, so I don't need no favors
And the watch on my wrist dumber
Than any one
(Woo, woo!) with cameras in black (Yeah!)
Shoot, shoot, shoot, blinded by that flash
Ooo, ooo, ooo, finally getting cash (I finally got it, though!)
chasing me (Woo, woo!) with cameras in black (Yeah!)
Shoot, shoot, shoot, blinded by that flash
Ooh, ooh, ooh, finally getting cash (I finally got it,
Friday nights, wide-open skies
Back forty, gettin' wild on
Sweet by-and-by, I saw the light
In a little white church way in the back
Grew up, grew up,
Never will it be the truth
Everything she says, cap in the booth
I can't walk a mile in my own boot
Players play, coaches coach, shooters shoot
bluntin'
But still carry, the chrome Dirty Harry
'Cause your boy got to have that, by any means necessary
Hey, I can't keep livin' this way
'Bout to load up
I'd do
Without you by my side
You give me a sweet tooth
Strawberry baby my pie
Maybe I'm way too bitter
To see clearly, to see clearly
Maybe I'm way too
In my all creased up Ben Davis
Native give a fuck about who's hatin
See I ain't got time for your two faces
Native, I'm the face of the new AZ
Never
is in every way
Christina Aguilera
Christina Aguilera
Don't need a man
Don't need a rest
I ain't your bitch
Yeh I do this on my own
Always on my own
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